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OMG. It is snowing like crazy in the Burgh right now. This is noteworthy because:

It has snowed, iced, sleeted, frizzled, or otherwise frozen precipitated every day for the last 65 days here in the Burgh.

I don’t believe the weather people told us this was going to happen.

We’re not all toasty and warm as we could be if we headed to Tampa to cheer for our boys.

Speaking of our boys, I’d like to share this picture with you that reader Diana sent saying:

My boyfriend and I were religious Burgh Blog readers, so when he found this pic he asked me to figure out a way to forward it to you, because no one could appreciate it more. He confirms that the signature is in fact jeff reed’s and the tattoo…well I guess speaks for itself and for the 2% of women that find a crotch shot of skippy stretching to be hawt.

Thoughts:

1. I believe that the most attractive of women, the women you don’t forget — the unforgettable, are those women that conduct themselves with class, yet that have a witty, snarky side while also having a flirtatious, come-hither side.

Now I know that there is also another way to be unforgettable.

2. We know that Jeff Skippy Skeeve Reed is the very personification of skeeviness. The Grand Master of Raunch. The Ruler of Smut. The Most High Libertine of Lechery. So we can imagine how excited he must have been to find a woman whose skank rivaled his skeeve.

3. If Skank married Skeeve would their children come out of the womb with pre-printed tramp stamps and teeny tiny nipple rings? That’s a question for Science.

4. Clearly, the tattoo needs to poop.

5. It looks like the tattoo just pooped out a Steelers helmet. Ouch.

6. If I had to put a voice to that tattoo’s grimacing face, I think it would be like, “You want to get wit ‘dis, dontchu? Nee-rwor.”

7. I can guarantee that that tattoo has an STD.

8. The smiley face. It’s a nice touch, Skippy. “My name is Jeff Reed, and I approved this message!”

9. In 70 years, the people at the nursing home are going to be all, “Brianna, why do you have a dead armless horse tattooed on your ass?”

This just goes to show what happens when you take your food stamps to the local tattoo parlor. Unfortunately, that tattoo probably is not “unique”. Scene in tattoo parlor: “Hey Spike! We need you to do another #42 for dis chick; yea, the armless helmet pooper. Hey she’s got a 10% OFF coupon, too.”

I kinda hope that Skeeve gets Super Bowl MVP just for the possibility of him turning that 5 seconds of national fame into his own vh-1 celebrity dating show. I’m thinking it’ll be called “Reeding Love” or “Love Kicks”.